Handlebars Lyrics – Freewill

Handlebars Text

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[Verse 1]
f**kin' that b**ch in New York
Lung full of nic' from the port
Run when I kick in the door
Gun got you hittin' the floor
I walk around with a clip
And I bust on your ho if that b**ch give me lip
f**kin' around with the set
Get a hole in your neck and your skull when I roll with the grip
I don't wanna kill when I bang
When I'm dumpin' the pump in your son for the gang
Beg when I'm loadin' the chopper, you don't want no cons
I'll pop at your noggin and brain
I got the wock in my pocket, that gun, I'm gon' cock it
That rocket go ra-ta-ta-tang
Lockin' and loadin' that pistol go right through your tissue
And blow like I'm Saddam Hussein
[Chorus]
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my

[Verse 2]
Uh, ride with the TEC
Light up the Uzi, your body get wet
Yeah, [?]
I'm with the shooters and [?]
Uh, [?]
I run the zone with my head on the floor
I cut the dope with a samurai sword
I f**k your ho with the camera light on, yeah
Connect to the plug, no Wi-Fi
Sipping on the syrup like Mai Tai
Semi out the whip, that's a drive-by
Empty out the crib, you go night-night
Catchin' a body and dip, ayy
I'm selling molly to kids, wait
I got the wock, got the stove, trap
I put the [?] to your head
[Chorus]
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my block
That stay on my block
That stay on my block
That's on my